Jack Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac

Jack
Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac
1922
1969

American Writer, Poet, Novelist, Artist, Free Thinker, Visionary, Philosopher, Rebel, Co-Founder of the Beat Generation

Author Quotes

When you?ve understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can?t understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

Wishing there was a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

You just wait patiently like you always do in America among those apparently endless policemen and their endless laws against (no laws for) -- but the moment you cross the little wire gate and you're in Mexico, you feel like you just sneaked out of school when you told the teacher you were sick and she told you you could go home, 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

Where Buddha and Tao Meet: stop seeking pleasures, satisfy your natural wants; break clean from ambitions, escape from the urge to improve, be like a kid and salvation will come of itself.

With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.

You know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

Where is he tonight? Where am I? Where are you?

With the emergence of Dean Moriarty began the part of my life you could call my life on the road

You know when I was a little kid in Oregon I didn't feel that I was and American at all, with all that suburban ideal and sex repression and general dreary newspaper gray censorship of all our real human values but and when I discovered Buddhism and all I suddenly felt that I had lived in a previous lifetime innumerable ages ago and now because of the faults and sins in that lifetime I was being degraded to a more grievous domain of existence and my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.

Where'd you learn to do all these funny things?' he laughed. 'And you know I say funny but there's sumpthin so durned sensible about 'em. Here I am killin myself drivin this rig back and forth from Ohio to L.A. and I make more money than you ever had in your whole life as a hobo, but you're the one who enjoys life and not only that but you do it without workin or a whole lot of money. Now who's smart, you or me?' And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free.

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

You never die enough to cry.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light

Work from your own side of literature/ and room fetish, not publishing's -

You spend a whole life of non-interference with the wishes of others, including politicians and the rich, and nobody bothers you and you cut along and make it your own way.

While they will sleep three (do well) to the beach, in the car Sand, thirty miles from the house; Boys dive, swim, Mardou wanders the shores of eternity, his feet and his toes that I love so much are printed on clear sand, treading the shells and anemones and algae dry and impoverished, washed by the tides and the wind ruffles her hair short, as if Eternity had met Heavenly Lane (so it occurred to me while I was in bed). (On the other hand imagine wandering aimlessly, with a look of boredom, not knowing what to do, abandoned by Leo the Suffering, and really alone and unable to talk about all the dudes, and of art history with Bromberg Sand and what could I do)?

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself

You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really needs to go on living, at least that impression coming across anyway on the force of all the gloom we've shared.

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

You?d never care to plant some roots in society, I suppose, mused the other.

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

Yeah, I said, but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?

You'd be surprised how little I knew, even up to yesterday.

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

Author Picture
First Name
Jack
Last Name
Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac
Birth Date
1922
Death Date
1969
Bio

American Writer, Poet, Novelist, Artist, Free Thinker, Visionary, Philosopher, Rebel, Co-Founder of the Beat Generation